We enjoy having people over, and I love to cook for them, but we are by no means fancy in our decor. Consider our table, bought solo from a furniture store in an attempt to match the four chairs my godmother had given us. Supplementing these four chairs are 6 folding chairs, two different styles, which get used quite often. Using folding chairs, or our office chairs if we are really desperate for sitting space is actually quite common for our home.
At first I felt embarrassed. Here we were, inviting guests over and making them feel celebrated, and we make them sit on folding chairs, eating on a card table extension. Our friends, all graduate students or young working professionals, like us, luckily don’t care. They come for the food.
On top of the table were simple yet sentimental pieces. Our candle holders were forged by our friend Jocelyn whose hobby is blacksmithing. The milk glass came from my late mother-like friend, Michele. The roses were the first 2 that have come out this year. Everything on the table had a story to tell which made for great conversation, especially when the woman who made the candle holders was a guest. I came across a quote once: “Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.” To eliminate the double negatives (I am an English teacher), think of it this way: everything in your house must be useful or beautiful.